“I assure you, Goose, I have read every word several times. I’m kind of a sucker for things like that, which is why I run the reenactments.”
“Then, maybe you’ll believe me when I say I’m not sure Jefferson Eaves is resting in peace. In fact, I’m all but certain…No. I am certain that he’s not. I think the diary has something to do with that.”
Patrick O’Hanlon didn’t respond. He hadn’t hung up. I could still hear him breathing on the other end, so at least he wasn’t calling the cops.
“My trip back down to Chattanooga is to try to figure out why,” I said.
“You wouldn’t want a copilot, would you?”
“Huh?”
“It sounds like an adventure…a cool one. I think I’d like to get in on it. If you wouldn’t mind the company.”
“Um, I’ll have to ask. Hold on. Patrick wants to come,” I said to Jefferson
